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Feb 2015
The deeppest winds of a sense
like the gentle stars
falling through your heart.
I will come to your place,
make some cherry-tarts,
make some calm in blood.

And the hottest tea of the sun
for the acute mind.

19.02.2015
Catherinе
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Catherinе
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